Archive for October, 2021


Triplet Noir

She was slippery, like a wet tangerine seed
sliding across a slick tile floor, 
a trail of sweet streaks

I dim the desk-lamp low,
and sweep away the fine leather blotter,
for what is the point

Somewhere something is burning,
kindled, aflame, charred petals of burnt flowers,
atop the heady salt of sweet grass

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I know what you want
I said sexily

And I proceeded
to fold her fitted sheets, one by one, 
hot - straight out of the dryer

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A Single Drop

I reached out and up 
and caught a raindrop once
that had fallen, after days
of no rain, the sole drop
splattered there on my sleeve,
a tiny main island surrounded
by aqueous archipelago

Micronesia birthed
from four thousandths
a milligram of raindrop
splayed on my shirt's gray cotton

And I watched as it didn't fade-away
for nearly an hour

In the end I bid it adieu,
and smeared the drop's remnants finally with my thumb,
the tiny beads of water dissolving through the fabric
touching the skin beneath my sleeve,
colder than I'd anticipated

Enough weight and wet
to instill a shiver

cc: Chagall 2021

Unremembrance

Years go fast – 4 years ago, today, from Paul Lenzi,  Click thru to the original.

Poesy plus Polemics

abstract-brain-033117 “Abstract Brain” by Jack Davis

You disappear in the light

after spending the night in my head,

taking back what you gave me,

the crystals and gems

I have no chance to wrap up in muslin.

You just snatch them right out of my brain,

assembling kaleidoscopes

inside your pockets,

already too full of

amnesia built up

of so many bland

indigestible sleeps.

But for whom will they sparkle

their herringbone joinery?

Are there eyes in your pockets,

amygdalic orbs

set among that detritus

of subconscious chattels?

Surely not mine.

That intricate overstock,

hard with translucence,

must be intended for somebody else.

Unless you have notion

to bring them again. Is that how you play?

Giving and taking, over and over,

the same limbic baubles

you won’t let my open eyes see?

If so then I beg,

before vanishing next time,

please leave me

a name, or a smell,

some…

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In the Numbers

Isn't it fortuitous,
this time just the two of us?

cc: Chagall 2021
As I defrost my frozen yogurt culture,
I bid them Godspeed. might they find happiness
for generations, as they populate my milk offerings,
and enjoy my controlled environments, propagating
liters of fresh probiotic dairy for my flora to enjoy

God is amazing.  God is Good.
I will take care of you, as you would me

And someday I shall freeze you again

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If only for a moment,
if only for one day,
one night, if only

Never in a lifetime,
never in a year,
throughout all seasons

If only we'd remember,
if only we knew,
love long ago

Never comes again,
though seasons turn
sad to summer

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Anyone for a Newton?

These Chicago-hardy figs
are producing nothing here
in hearty New England

Maybe Chicago
ain't what it used to be

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Subtly Sudden

When I die, 
don't mourn 
or pray, instead
I feel, I'd respond better
to subtle puzzles
you might ponder
whose solution is me

...and I would pop
on the other side, if only
for a moment...

tethered in your space
yet unbounded

still as no ripple
on a pond

deep within 
the closed eye of you

surrounded by no time
surrounded by all time

such is prayer,
such is death?
(no god is God,
as God is god, 
you whisper,
then you ponder,
and You?) 

And I pop
for that moment

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Viva La Evolucion

There are many of you,
well organized, strong,
brave, determined

So have your own revolution,
there where You live!

Stop riding on the coattails
of my dead sons and daughters

cc: Chagall 2021
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